I’m singing to a song that I don’t know
I’m longing for a home where I belong
I’m looking but I can’t see the light
I’m selling but not my soul
I reach but I don’t grasp the truth
I see but I don’t behold my youth
I’m young but I feel so old in truth
I break but I’m not shattered in pieces
I run but I don’t take off the make up
I brake but I don’t stop the chaos
I knock but the hammer wont drop these issues
I talk but it makes no sense you see
I’m not weeping but I cry earnestly
I choose but I’m on the fence of society
I dream but I’m not sleeping eternally
I die, but I’m still alive today
I love but there is such a little left to give
I’m cold but I’m not stone as yet
I try but I cant find righteousness
I’m Not Cold
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So much emotion contained here. Feelings not understood, questions with no answers. So well expressed.